From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg)
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Subject: Journal Entry 157 / 1025 [ Planetfall: The Han (In Transit) ]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 19:52:31 GMT
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Aldea, Cerim 10, 1025
The next morning I awoke to find the shower occupied. I
grinned and appreciated that I had a Sybarite child, someone as
appreciative of feeding and caring for her own body as I was of
mine. Thinking about Sheja that way bothered me yet again, and I
wished that I could reconcile the rush of lust thinking about her
gave me with my personal morals that told me to keep my hands off.
The worst part it was that she was probably very aware of my
attraction; I'm sure she and P'nyssa had talked about it. Which I
regard as a good thing. Although in the millennium since meeting
P'nyssa I have never violated my personal mores of consent, I have
just enough faith in the strength of human desire to warn others
about it.
I had just sat down to look through some correspondence I had
been putting off while enjoying myself flitting hither and thither
over Battia when Sheja came walking out of the shower wearing
nothing but a smile. "Ah," she sighed, "It's great to have a real
shower, with real dryers-- and privacy!" She grinned.
"Yeah, I bet. I wouldn't know, seeing as someone as been in
there all morning," I needled her. "Go get dressed, sweetheart."
She nodded and disappeared into her bedroom. After a few
minutes, she re-emerged. "How does this look?"
I turned. She had chosen to dress in a blue dress with yellow
polka dots, including the leather of her slipperboots, and I
thought it looked quite fetching. Her fur is black but for two
thin, white striped down the back that extended over the
outrageously bushy tail she had inherited from her father. Her
eyes were squared off by her muzzle but dropped to sharp points at
the outside; her muzzle was short and wide, another of her father's
qualities. She had tiny ears, which came from her mother. "It
looks wonderful, kid."
"Good! Gotta go to school! See ya!" She bounded out the
door, but before it closed she put her hand in the way and it
reopened. "Dad?"
"Huh?"
"Get over it. Oh, by the way, are you gonna talk to Dao? He's
on board." Then she allowed the door to close.
I stared after her as she left and I wondered what she meant,
exactly, by "get over it." Somehow I think she was referring to my
constant look-avoid-look at her, especially when she's not wearing
clothing. I sat and thought about her. "Lance? Have you any
visual records of my daughter naked?"
"Many."
"Display those you feel would not violate her privacy. Full-
scale holographs. No audio." The image resolved besides me,
laughing. She seemed to be throwing something, then wandered
through the apartment. I watched, feeling safe, then said "Ditch
it, Lance. That's enough."
The image vanished, and I returned back to my work.
Eight hours later I had almost dug my way through the entire
collection when there came a knock at the door. "Come!" I shouted.
The door opened.
"Shardik!" Alex said as he wandered in. "So this is your
home?"
"This is it," I said. "So you came along."
"Da, Ken." He walked to the chair next to mine and sat down.
"I trust you are well? Are you here with your mates?"
"Just my daughter, Sheja. Have you met her?"
"Nyet," he replied. "I should like to meet your child,
however. But this is not a social call. I have come to ask you a
serious question." I waited for him to speak, and finally he
continued, "I am concerned that the last grasp we have of what we
call human identity is going to vanish soon. I felt I should come
to you and talk about this."
I turned to him, puzzled. "Alex, what are you talking about?"
Alex leaned back and folded his hands in his lap. "In the
beginning, man believed he was the center of the universe.
Copernicus took that away from him. Man believed he was made of
solid matter. Neils Bohr took that away from him. Man believed he
was the sole proprietor of sentience in the Universe and you first
took that away from him. Man believed he knew where he came from,
and Isadore Saman took that away from him. Now, someday soon I
feel that man will not know what he looks like."
"You're talking about the polymorphism revolution that's been
in the press for the past century or so."
"Da," he nodded. "I was reading the book, *The Shape of the
Body*, with your essay in it. Do you feel concerned?"
"There is no way to stuff a genie back into the bottle. Look
at how your government tried to suppress the fusion catalytic
configuration back in the first century. That's a basic result of
the laws of physics, Alex. We can't hide it."
"I know, I know. I am simply wondering if you feel any
necessity to reach people before some forget what they look like
forever. Soon, Ken, transsexualism and transspecism will become so
convincing that it will be impossible to reconstruct what that
person was before the operation."
I nodded. "Alex..." I sighed, my mind racing forward at high
speed. "There will be no preserves of people who want polymorphism
and can't have it. You will end up with people who want it and
can't handle it, and people who don't want it and can handle it,
along with the ones who work with it successfully and those who
avoid it intelligently." I shook my head. "I'm not going to be
one of the shapechangers, I'll tell you that."
"We are our planet's greatest geneticists, Ken," Alex said. I
didn't argue; both Alex and I were among the best, and in other
moods we spoke the same language still. "Do you feel we will be
obsolete, soon?"
I shook my head. "Alex, we will always be men of talent and we
will always be needed."
"I am afraid," he admitted to me.
"I am too," I said. "But there's not much I can do except try
my best to convince people to use technology responsibly. It's
like the nuclear destruction of Los Angeles in 2006. There's
nothing you can do about the technology; the science is there and
is understood. Anyone can make a nuclear bomb, or a killer germ.
It's amazing more people haven't."
He nodded. "I would like--" The door opened, interrupting
him.
Sheja walked in. "Hi, Dad. I'm home! Who's this?"
"Alex, I would like you to meet Sheja Satpulov, my daughter."
He held out his hand and she shook it carefully.
"I am pleased to meet you, young lady."
"Likewise," she said. "You're Alex Paleovitch?"
He nodded. "You've heard of me. I am pleased. I will leave
you alone with your father." He stood up. "Good day, Ken."
"Good day, Alex. Enjoy the trip." He left as cryptically as
he entered, the issue unanswered and leaving me feeling confused.
"There goes a very strange man."
Sheja stood in front of the SDisk and placed her hand on her
jaw, thinking. Finally she turned and said, "Dad, have you eaten
yet?"
Reminded of food, my stomach leapt to attention. "Not yet," I
admitted.
"Let's go." She grabbed my hand and tried to haul me out of my
chair. I allowed her to pull me to my feet and led me out the
door.
"Where are we going?"
"Forward lounge," she said.
I sighed. "Sheja, beloved. Why are you trying to set me up
with Dao?"
She let go of my hand and turned around. "Is it that obvious?"
"You've mentioned it a couple of times," I laughed. "Listen,
sweetheart, I appreciate the effort, but I'll get into Dao's grip
at my own pace." I thought about it for a moment. "And now might
be a good time to set the pace. Okay, Sheja, lead on."
She bounced down the hallway and I had to run a little quicker
to follow her. Finally, we reached the lounge and the door opened.
She looked back and forth and finally pointed. "There he is."
I followed her finger and spotted Dao. He was lying on a 'taur
bench, leaning over a table and stirring a tall glass of something.
He did not look all that happy. I walked over to him. "Can I sit
here?"
"Sure," he said. A quick sniff of the air revealed that he was
drinking just tea. At least I wouldn't have to deal with him
drunk. "I'm glad to see you."
"Has my daughter been bothering you as much as she has me?"
He shook his head. "I haven't noticed."
"Dao? What's wrong?"
He straightened up and stretched. "Tonni. I'm feeling a
little left out these days. Between Aaden and Noah, your family
has occupied his time more than I have in the past couple of
weeks."
I kept my tongue still before going on, since Aaden had been
complaining that Tonni wanted more of his time than he was willing
to give. I thought about how beautiful I found Dao, how much I
wanted to hold his quasi-lynxine white fur and curious orange eyes.
I think what bothered me was this mel, fully adult and quite old,
struck me as boyish. "Dao, would you like to spend this trip with
me?"
He looked up. "What?"
"Last night I was really too tired to notice, but my bed is big
and it is lonely. I think my daughter is trying to avoid hearing
me complain about that." I didn't add that she might be trying to
put out the fire in my heart that encouraged me to stare at her.
But this tactic wouldn't work. Beauty is something hard to ignore.
Maybe Dao would exhaust me. "Would you like to help fill my bed?"
He thought about it for a few seconds. Finally I said,
"Something wrong?"
"I don't know what to say."
"Yes."
He grinned. Then he laughed. "Okay, 'Yes' it is. Can I ask
why?"
"Honestly? You're beauty. I found myself staring at you,
wondering when I would have the chance to hold you. You're
obviously competent, and I respect that intelligence. But I find
myself wanting to make love to you because you are so very
handsome."
"Ken," he said, "I accept." He stood up.
"Wait, wait!" I said. "I've been working all day without food.
Can I get something into my stomach first?"
"Oh," he grinned. "Sure."
I looked around the lounge and saw Sheja sitting at the bar,
drinking something through a straw. I waved her over and she
joined us. "So, did you guys talk?"
"Yes, we talked. Meet out new roommate."
"Really?" she asked. "Solar!" She hugged Dao. "You'll like
him. He's really gentle."
"How would you know?" I asked.
"I asked Mom," she said. I shook my head. Dealing with this
little bundle of moxie was beginning to look more and more like a
good idea. "Anyway, let's eat." She flipped open the menu door on
the table and punched buttons really fast. "I got used to punching
my favorites."
I picked my menu and Dao did too. A few minutes later we were
served our meals; for me, a sort of strange, pasta salad with red
peppers. Dao got something smothered in curry, and Sheja ordered
plaka, a llerkin sandwich mix. I could never enjoy it myself, but
there were other llerkin meals I loved that my family couldn't
stand.
After dinner, I stood up and stretched. "I'm ready for bed."
"Again?" Sheja asked. "You've only been awake for ten hours!"
"My schedule is entirely out of whack," I growled. "Dao?"
He nodded. "I'm tired myself. I have to stop by my room and
get my luggage, however."
"I'll meet you at my place," I said. He left, looking a little
happier. I stood up to go when Sheja grabbed my sleeve. "Hold on
a sec, Dad."
I sat down again. She took a deep breath and said, "I talked
with Mom before we left." Uh-oh. "And I wanna apologize."
Now I was puzzled. "Apologize?" I asked. "What for?"
"Teasing you. I think maybe someday I'll try and sleep with
you, but..." She shrugged. "I know you don't want to, but I've
been trying to tease you into saying something."
Well, this has taken an interesting turn, I thought. "If I had
invited you instead of Dao, what would you have said?"
"You wouldn't have," she said. "Mom knows you too well, and I
think so do I."
"But if I had?"
"I probably would have said yes. But I don't know what I
would'da done afterwards."
I smiled, reached out and ruffled her headfur. "Sheja, you're
one of the most wonderful joys in a father's heart. Grow up, but
don't change."
She nodded. "I'll do my best. Hey, you better get going.
Your boyfriend is probably standing outside your door, waiting for
you."
When I got back to my room, Dao had not yet arrived. I picked
up a few things and began putting them away when he knocked on the
door. I opened the door myself. He stood there with a small,
white bag over his shoulder, and I pulled him into the room, threw
my arms around him and kissed him, hard.
He seemed surprised at first, then eased into the kiss,
enjoying it apparently. "What was that for?"
"Just to show you how much I appreciate you're accepting my
offer. I really needed someone to keep me company or I would have
just gone crazy."
He smiled. "I never imagined you needing someone."
"Dao, I'm just a guy."
"You're also the creator of all Pendor," he pointed out. "I'm
a little nervous being offered a bed by God."
I scowled. "Sorry, I know you don't like that," he said.
"It's just hard to get out of my head when I look at you. Everyone
expects you to be perfect, to be something supernatural."
"The only thing super about me is my ordinariness these days."
I grinned and said, "The bedroom's over there, and the bathroom
right there. We're sharing it with a twelve-year-old girl, so I
hope you won't be too surprised by some of the little knicknaks
lying around."
"I think I can handle it."
My eyes were about to fall out of their sockets on their own
accord, and I decided that it was well past my bedtime. "I'm
heading into bed," I sighed. "Are you ready for bed yourself?"
"More than you, probably," he yawned.
"Then let's make it official." We walked into the bedroom and
I dropped my clothes onto the floor casually. He took his uniform
shirt off and dropped it on the floor as well, then picked up the
covers on his side of the bed, and crawled in next to me.
I slid up next to him, carefully pushing his paw out of the
way. I brushed up against his chest and touched his cheek with the
back of my hand. "Dao?"
"Huh?" he said, lifting his head.
"G'night."
"Oh," he whispered. "G'night, Ken."
- - -
In the morning, I first became aware of a soft, rumbling noise
to my right. It had been long enough since I had last slept with a
feline that it took me a few seconds to recognize it. I opened my
eyes and smiled. He was lying completely on his back; his
shoulders had fallen back in their sockets as they do and he was
effectively a furry puddle under the covers. I looked over at the
clock. Nine hours had gone by and I figured it was safe to wake
him. Lying on his back, he was a perfect target. I slipped under
the covers and crawled towards him.
I realized this might be a little dangerous. Dao had never
struck me as the violent kind and I hoped he didn't startle too
much. But the temptation of his body lying there was more than I
could bear. I slipped up to his side and placed my hands on his
side, caressing his fur gently. A slight change in the pitch of
his purring warned me that he was aware of my presence, but there
was no other motion on his part. I slipped up along his belly,
supporting myself on my right arm, until I reached his furry
sheath.
He was big, but that's expected of Ssphynxes. They're supposed
to be big. I ran my hand along that beautiful sheath, stroking the
fur gently and brushing it back. His cock twitched slightly. I
smiled. His cock knew I was here, even if he didn't. I watched
with anticipation as the tip expanded slightly and the pale,
yellowish tip of his cock appeared. It took every little bit of
self control to keep from pulling the sheath back hard and gobbling
that cock down my throat. The head slid out of the sheath and I
reached out with my tongue to taste it.
The smell and taste of his cock carried all of the familiar,
youthful sweat and musk of a sleeping feline. The sweat of the
night before had collected behind his surprisingly prominent head
and licking it up made my own cock stiff. There are a few bodily
fluids I haven't tasted, but not many, and of those I have tasted,
there aren't many I dislike. The idea of taking into my body the
creation of someone else's body turns me on a lot.
As his cock extended a little further, I took the head into my
mouth-- an act that required I really open my mouth wide. Almost
instantly, a complaining ache awoke at the hinge of my jaw. And as
the head slid against the top of my mouth, I slid down further and
felt the sweet mass of his cock against my tongue. It was
everything I could do to keep my teeth from scraping. I pressed it
back against my throat and realized I wasn't going to be able to
take it down. There are ligaments and rigid structures in my
throat that I would never be able to stretch enough to take
something as large as his cock. But I wasn't going to not try!
As I slid my head back and forth on his cock, the side of my
face brushing against his bellyfur, the purring of his voice
changed in timbre, and then seemed to break up and fade. "Oh, it's
you..." he moaned. "I was having this wonderful dream."
"You still are," I gasped. "Do me a favor and tell me how you
like it."
"I will," he sighed. I slipped my mouth back around his
gorgeous shaft and kept sucking on him, sliding it back and forth
within the limits of my mouth. I grabbed the rest of his cock in
my left hand and stroked it slowly in countertempo to my mouth,
trying to keep him going. He groaned loudly. "Ken, I don't need
to give you advice."
His paws twitched in the air as I ran my tongue around the
head. A slow leak of semen appeared at the tip and I licked at it,
sliding the fluid to the top of my mouth and spread it across my
tongue. Then I rammed his cock down to the back of my throat.
"Ken..." he warned, "close..."
I didn't change my pace; I wanted to keep whatever was getting
him close to keep him getting closer. He moaned softly, and the
volume of his moan grew until he suddenly went silent, his paws
twitching in the air as he came, his body going solid. When he
came a big shot of semen hit the back of my throat, and I nearly
came myself from the taste of catcome. Three or four pulses of
semen filled my mouth as I slid off his cock, and then one more
struck me on my lips. I licked it up with my tongue as well, then
closed my eyes to enjoy the salty taste and thin, gooey texture of
his come before I swallowed it all down.
"Ken... Fah."
I raised my head and smiled at him, then crawled up into his
arms and hugged him close. "Hey, my pleasure," I said. "You were
just too tempting a morsel to pass up, lying there like that. I
hope you don't mind me waking you up."
"Not like that," he gasped. "Not like that. I need to clean
up..."
"Not really," I said, puzzled. "I swallowed most of it."
"You... you did?"
"Well, yeah," I said. "Usually, I love swallowing come."
"Wow," he said. "Thanks."
"Like I said, my pleasure. Still... Lance, what's on my
schedule for today?"
"Neither of you are actually assigned to any duty. However,
Ken, Etta has requested that you contact Tonpili down in education.
He has need of tutors in mathematics and biology."
"What age groups?"
"All."
I sighed. Some age groups I love working with, others I just
can't stand. Except in my own kids, for some reason. I love them
no matter how old they are. "Sure thing, Lance."
"Most mathematics and biology students are older than seven,
Ken."
I nodded. "I know. What about Dao?"
"As I said, no current assignments. However, there is a
voluntary staff meeting of all onboard planetologists at three."
Dao checked the clock. "I'll be there."
I crawled out of bed and stretched. "Another day... " I
groaned. "And a great breakfast."
Dao blushed and turned over onto his belly, padding his way off
the bed and onto the floor. "Thank you. I hope I can repay you."
"Repay me?" I said. "Dao, I adored that. Tonight, you can
repay me by fucking me."
Dao looked surprised. "I'll have to... think about that."
"Then think. Now come on. I need some carbohydrates to go
with my protein."
--
"Journal Entry 157 / 1025 [ Planetfall: The Han (In Transit) ]"
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